[ It's nice β being in the middle of something so domestic like her Ye Oldeβ’ beauty care routine and seeing the text that rings John's call. She's in the middle of inspecting her smile and how it looks after she's brushed them, angling her head every which way that is typical of her routine for going out.
It's almost like he's really texting her, maybe asking her out to a cute cafe or something. She can pretend, if she squints. ]
ofc duhhh i'm gonna go!! lol other than that nothing in specific
[ Absolutely hornier, still kind of a date. So much that it makes her pause her smizing, a mix of endeared he'd ask and vaguely appalled she isn't thinking of saying no (she thinks it's because it's John, really, that she's heavily considering this). ]
[ remember when he just wore a toga all the time? he has no particular modesty - and he likes fitting in with the locals, showing he's playing along. ]
[ im gonna be honest i also have no idea but if not there's a sun dial somewhere that definitely says 7, so Lottie is already waiting out there by 6:50 (or a little before sunset). She's left to stand awkwardly by the entranceβ without a phone to play with means she is very aware of the way she stands, or if she slouches, so if it looks like she's poised like someone might take a photo.. She definitely is.
And since she isn't sure if he'd like to head out right after their drinks (drinks! Her first time at the tavern!! Wowβ), she's dressed appropriately: long skirt, a tight top that dips low at her chest, and straps that hang even lower at her arms exposing her shoulders, her naked collar. ]
[ John is on time so he arrives after her. He is, as he said, wearing just a skirt, thick wrapped material designed like a kilt, though it's black and unpatterned. His eye makeup is smoke and gold, and he's trying not to feel self-conscious about it, smiling when he sees her and immediately taking her hand. ]
Wow, you look great.
[ Well, she always does, but he knows she likes to hear it.
Anyway, Lottie's first visit to the tavern will have to wait, because they're just going to wander the streets of the festival as the rest of the town lets their hair down, get drinks and snacks from the little vendors. It's noisy and crowded, so once they have a cup each he'll take her hand again and lead her somewhere a little more low key, where they can take a moment to sit and chat. ]
[ She does like to hear it, so much that it immediately blinds her to the shimmer of his eyeshadow and the hand grasping at hers. If she had the sense, she's say something immediately about how nice he looks (all she does is say 'Thanks!', with a smile that's all warmth and sparkles)β that this would even be a look she'd probably see on a model for a shoot, something broody and menacing. Black and white. He'd sit with his legs spread open and leaned back, head tipped down.. Maybe angled up, to stare down at the camera. Smoldering.
John is none of those things right now, smiling down at her and holding her hand. Getting the two of them snacks, drinks, leading the way because the festival is getting started and people are eager to be there start to finish. John is soft and affectionate, maybe just as nervous as she is because this really does feel like a date. And when was the last time she's been on one of those?
(Caroline, it was with Caroline. She stares into his eyes and sees the ever sinking black depths of hers staring back.)
It's the perfect time to be talk, arguably. Not as many people brazenly intimate out in the open, this early. She settles beside him, so she can still hold his hand (god, she hopes it isn't clammyβ or sweatyβ please don't let her hand be sweaty). She turns her head to break the silence, eyes flitting down to his drink and then his face. ]
Iβ uh, I don't know if I said this earlier or anything butβ [ Her cheeks begin to flush, ] I like your kilt. And your smokey eye. Did you do it yourself?
[ A quick grin, pleased at the belated compliment. ]
Used to wear eyeliner a lot back when I was doing the twitch streamer thing, one of my besties taught me a few tips and tricks. Here they mostly seem to have more natural stuff?
[ Kohl and charcoal, undiluted mica that hasn't been pressed, face powders made of flour and lipgloss from crushed dried berries in soft grease β Rubi has a wide selection of possible makeup, which had surprised and fascinated him once he asked about it.
He takes a contemplative bite of a sausage. ]
I like feeling glam sometimes. And nobody in the village gives a fuck, which is nice.
[ The makeup selection is bare. Minimal at best and rarely worn, if not for the theater. The first few time she went out with what makeup they had here (after rigorously testing to see if she's allergic), she got a few stares. Now, it's expected of the green haired girl. Soon, it might be of John, too. And the thing isβ she's happy for him. A little excited to have a shared interest, really.
Butβ ]
You used to stream?
[ She already knew he knew about influencers. Models. Modern day things that kept them both sane while they were out in the woods. But.. Was he big? Did they run in the same circles and she just never noticed? Never knew? Did he have more followers than her?? ]
No way! That's crazy.. What kind of stuff did you do?
[ John grins, suddenly, at this reaction, reaching up to scratch at his jaw. Talking about the past is always really intimate for him, even if he knows for Lottie the days of the internet weren't so long ago. ]
So I made the channel to stream video games and stuff occasionally. Wasn't really popular, everyone and their mum had a twitch channel. But then when I got the necromancy, my friends and me, we needed to show the world. So we streamed it on Twitch, me puppetting the dead.
[ A shrug. He'd had attention from all directions in those days, the internet had just been one avenue. But it was less celebrity influencer and more the modern day miracle worker thing. Which. She definitely would have noticed, if it had happened in her world and time. ]
Actually, we ended up on pretty much every site, since they kept suspending my accounts.
[ Oh, she definitely would've noticed that. Maybe not Johnβ Lottie in the before times was too preoccupied with Caroline, herself, to notice anybody else who she might've taken a fancy toβ but she would notice his powers. His necromancy. Subconsciously, she reaches up for some of her hair, fiddling with it while he talks.
Damn. So much for missed connections, she thinks!! At least she got him to smile, vaguely proud of herself despite the information. ]
Was it the whole puppetting the dead thing that got you suspended?
[ She asks, like there's any other reason he could've been suspended. Like maybe he showed his dick by accident and Twitch and every other site gave him the ban hammer, not his manipulating of the deceased (interestingly enough, the mention of him doing that results in little reaction from Lottieβ just a plain sort of acceptance that's the same flavor she'd give her Instagram feed). ]
Yeah. Bodies don't play well. Plus we were saying some pretty inflammatory things about the state of the world. Youtube let us keep some of the less vitriolic videos, but it still demonetised us. Not that that mattered by that point.
[ He's fallen into the cadence of narration, like he's told this story before, his personal history of the end of the world. But then he glances at Lottie and snaps out of it. ]
But that was so fucking long ago, gorgeous. Forget all of that. You ready to party?
[ John almost seems like he's barely there with her, off in his own little world recounting a tale that sounds as practiced as her smiles. And then he justβ flips. Hits her with a tone that she's infinitely more familiar with and she blinks prettily up at him. ]
Uh.. [ Forget all of it? She absolutely isn't!! ] Yeah!! No, yeah, I'm ready.
[ And she is, she really is. Because if there's anyone she'd like to do this with, it's him. But that also means admitting to herself she's in very foreign territory. Lottie has never done something like this before β feels a little lost on how to go about it. And as always, she turns to John for help, looking at him with those doe eyes. ]
[ She's so beautiful. At least now when he's struck by it he doesn't just have to sit there in fond agony and can instead slide a little closer, take her chin in his fingers and kiss her. He tastes like the festival, fried food and beer β their drinks actually have him getting a little hot under the collar, but he's used to that in this place by now.
John breaks back, thumb lingering on her face a moment. ]
Yes, Lottie. Do you have a safeword? You can just say stop, and I'll stop.
[ The ease of telepathic communication means there is no read receipts. They don't exist. Possibly, never will. It means that Lottie has time to go: oh.. Yikes. A break up?? Even worse.. A break up from a medieval baddie?? ]
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